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Their Past, Made Her Future


(A colored skin individual with dreams and aspiration in their eyes Faced with the choices of the now and the then Reminded of the options and choices they never had No opportunity to frolic among the most educated No opportunity to buy happiness Shoved down for the worst, but came out a star One dream, many men One dream, so many actions Faced with beast, the only defense was fist, but traded for words Words, the only weapon Words, the only fate The scare of threats and fear of not knowing what would happen Yet, still stayed strong Yet, still carried on Tired eyes, pain ridden bodies, and swollen feet, as they marched Marched, for equality Marched, to be privileged Soaked with bodily fluid, but honor and courageousness was embedded in the DNA Integrity, kept them prosperous Integrity, was all they wanted Locked in jail cells to keep them from achieving their dreams But, that couldn’t break their spirits But, still they rose day in and day out A colored skin individual with access to their dreams and aspiration in their sight)
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jwiener
My favorite lines of this poem are "Words, the only weapon / Words, the only fate" because it is so true that words, especially when used in poetry are some of the most powerful weapons. Keep writing, and check out the "Resources" section for tips and ideas!

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